Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Fortunately, the elite warriors of the Bloodhoof clan have relatively obvious characteristics.

Except for a very small number of foreign warriors, most of the clan warriors born and raised in the Bloodhoof Territory, no matter how mixed, had strong characteristics of even-toed hoofed beasts.

Including their totem armor, they also have a distinct family heritage, engraved with shining runes and totems.

And the hooded cloaks who sneaked into the city of Blackcorner, once the camouflage was torn off, their appearances were varied.

Like ligers, like jackals, like lizards and vultures, the mixed blood is more obvious.

Coupled with the temperament of being a thief, it is easy to distinguish it from the angry Bloodhoof Warrior.

So, on the smoky streets, inside the burning ruins, near temples, as long as the bloodhoof warriors meet these guys with strong characteristics of outsiders who run away when they see them, they will immediately explode A bloody battle.

No matter how rigorous the training these "messengers of the Horned Rat God" received in the past, they were not as good as the warriors of the clan that had been passed down for thousands of years.

They are just thieves who steal graves. Once they come into close contact with the regular army, how can they be the opponents of the latter?

In just half a moment, countless hoods and cloaks were blood-spattered three feet or even torn into pieces, turning into victims of the bloodhoof warrior's boundless anger.

Soon, the hoods and cloaks that were blocked in various temples were completely wiped out.

But the bloodhoof warriors, who were still angry, soon discovered that the real trouble had just begun.

They're still a step behind.

There are already a lot of hoods and cloaks, which have looted most of the temple in Blackhorn City. Before they surrounded the temple, they escaped and are running around in the streets and alleys.

At this moment, the city of Noire has already been completely changed beyond recognition by a series of methane explosions.

The gunpowder smoke and flames tore apart the sightlines and even communications of the Bloodhoof warriors.

As a result, once a team of Bloodhoof Warriors rushed into the flames and smoke and searched among the ruins, they would immediately become isolated and helpless.

And the hooded cloaks who escaped from the temple were as slippery as oiled loach, as if they could slip through even a palm-width gap.

Coupled with the fact that there are newly armed Rat Rebels everywhere, shouting at the top of their lungs, running around like headless flies, adding fuel to the chaotic situation.

Of course, the Bloodhoof Warrior didn't put the Rat People's Rebel Army in front of his eyes.

Anyway, even if they stood still and let the Rat People's Rebels slash with their knives, even if they slashed a hundred knives, they might not be able to break through their totem armor, which was tightly seamed and did not reveal half an inch of skin.

The problem is that they would waste a lot of time if they want to kill the rat people's rebel army that blocked the entire street, lose the real target, and tear the already fragmented establishment into even more chaos, making it impossible to receive, communicate and implement it effectively. An order from outside Pointe Noire.

——This is the reason why ancient armies often "plundered and plundered without sealing their swords for three days" after they captured and sieged a city.

Under the backward communication conditions and organizational strength, it is impossible to seal the knife, and it is impossible to control it.

Although Blackhorn City is the hometown of many Bloodhoof warriors, from the bottom of their hearts, they don't want to mess up this glorious city, especially their own mansion.

But the temple was invaded, and the humble rat people dared to resist the rule of the warrior lord. This kind of incredible spiritual shock made their monstrous anger and completely overwhelmed their reason.

Not to mention, there are many bloodhoof warriors from small and medium-sized towns in the area.

Even if Blackcorner City is really turned upside down, what does it have to do with them?

Seeing that the situation has been smashed like hot porridge overturned on the ground, another new situation has occurred.

A squad of Bloodhoof warriors from out of town blocked two panicked hooded cloaks at the end of a broken street.

As a result of the fierce battle, there were several deep wounds on their bodies.

The two hooded cloaks were literally "blown up" by them.

Not only did the totem battle armor burst apart, but also two antique sabers and a few fragrant secret medicines burst out from inside the battle armor.

Naturally, these things were all stolen from a certain temple by the hooded cloaks.

The bloodhoof warrior from the place stared at the saber and the secret medicine, his eyes gradually became straight.

They all come from the fringes of the Bloodhoof clan, an inconspicuous third-rate family.

The resplendent and resplendent temples in the city of Noire have nothing to do with them.

In their hometown, in the small, simple temple, there was no enshrining of a sword that looked so mighty, and a secret medicine that smelled so exciting.

The Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty. Several bloodhoof warriors looked around, and found that no strong man from the wealthy family in Blackhorn City saw it.

Naturally, they were nimble and quickly took the "trophy" into their arms.

After all, they killed the damned enemy with their own hands.

According to the law of the Turanites, if the booty that bursts from the enemy does not belong to them, who else can it belong to?

Similar things gradually happened amidst the flames and thick smoke, more and more frequently.

It is already an extremely difficult task to find the traces of thieves in the extremely chaotic burning city and kill these despicable villains alive.

No one can guarantee that the thief he stopped must be the guy who stole his own temple.

So, what should we do in the face of the hooded cloaks bursting out, all kinds of psychic energy, the gleaming magic weapon, and the secret medicine that contains the power of the terrifying totem?

Honestly stay where you are, waiting for the arrival of the owner, return the property to the original owner?

How can it be!

Many Bloodhoof warriors already knew that their temples had been looted, and all ancient weapons, armors and secret medicines were gone.

How could they, eager to recover their losses, give up the fat they got to others?

There are too many such things, and it is inevitable to encounter "a team of bloodhoof warriors is searching for loot from the corpse of the temple thief, and is about to stuff the loot into their arms, but bumps into another team of bloodhoof warriors rushing through the smoke Come out, and the latter is the original owner of these trophies", such an embarrassing moment.

If there is no methane gas chain explosion.

If there is no "coming of the horned rat god" that shatters the three views of the clan warriors.

If there were no theft of the temple, the Bloodhoof warriors would be so angry that they would lose their minds.

If every clan, clan, and clan can still maintain a tight organization and a high degree of order.

Regarding the ownership of the loot, it may not be impossible to bring it to the chiefs and priests for negotiation.

Even if the verbal negotiation fails, it can still be resolved by the bloodhoof warriors in front of the temple in a gladiatorial fight.

Regardless of the outcome, it does not hurt peace.

It's a pity that after rushing into Blackhorn City and seeing what seemed like the end of the world, the nerves of all the Bloodhoof Warriors had either been broken long ago, or were on the verge of breaking.

Many people saw that the ancient weapons, armor and secret medicine enshrined in their own temples fell into the hands of others, and they had no time and disdain to distinguish whether the other party was a temple thief or a "companion" who was going to fish in troubled waters.

With a loud shout, he slashed vigorously, severing all the claws reaching for his treasures, which was the most straightforward way for the Bloodhoof Warriors to solve the problem.

In another case, it was a noble warrior who was born and raised in Blackhorn City and came from a wealthy family.

A third-rate samurai from the land was found sneaking around to search for the corpse of the temple thief.

In fact, the trophies looted from the corpses may not be the weapons, armor and temples of their ancestors enshrined in the temples of these noble warrior families.

But who cares in this chaotic burning city, shrouded in flames and smoke?

The noble warriors from the rich and powerful families smiled and politely thanked the third-rate warriors from the local villages and towns for their brave actions and helped them recover the stolen goods from the family temple.

Holding the vibrating and neighing tomahawk or hammer in one hand, spread out the other hand, stretched it out in front of the third-rate warriors, and politely asked them to "return it to its original owner".

Most of the time, the third-rate warriors from local villages and towns, after comparing the diameter of their own thighs and the diameter of the opponent's arm, would obediently hand over their stolen goods, reaping gratitude, and everyone was happy.

As for those obsessed and stubborn third-rate warriors.

The noble warriors from the rich and powerful families really can only invite them, they are dead and hard.

There were more and more similar incidents, gradually escalating, which gradually enlightened the bloodhoof warriors from the local villages and towns.

Among the ruins, they found the bodies of some companions who also came from local towns.

And the mortal wounds suffered by the corpse are not likely to be done by temple thieves.

Most of the temple thieves used thin and short sharp weapons, and the wounds caused were often cuts and stab wounds.

These corpses were smashed to death by heavy weapons such as maces, meteor hammers, and giant axes.

Judging from the killing style, it looks like the Bloodhoof Clan's own handwriting.

Looking at the bloody corpse, the bloodhoof warriors from the local villages and towns were silent for a long time.

Suddenly realized a problem that they should have realized long ago.

The temple in the goddamn Pointe-Noire was looted, what does it have to do with bloodhoof warriors from local towns like them?

Of course, they are brothers connected by blood, and the ancestral spirits are all inextricably linked. In principle, they should share weal and woe and unite as one.

However, the high orcs have never been a reasonable race.

Working desperately in the flames and gunpowder smoke, he managed to get a little bit of benefits, but it was very likely that the spoils would be snatched away by the rich and powerful, and even his own life.

This kind of loss-making business, no matter how well-developed the limbs and simple-minded bloodhoof warrior, would be unwilling to do it.